Authors Note: "The Rachel Chronicles" is a multi-part series of stories involving the titular character (a young woman named Rachel) and her various sexual adventures. The stories are themed mainly around oral sex, with the occasional tale involving other forms of sexual activity. Each chapter is somewhat lengthy and detailed and it is my hope that such detail will provide a richer experience for you readers as you truly get an intensive look inside Rachel's head.
Further, the stories are written in an intended order and it is highly recommended that you read them as such. Obviously, you are free to proceed as you please and I'm grateful that you would read any of them at all. But you will get a much fuller and more rewarding picture if you follow the stories in their natural order.
One final note before I frustrate you to the point of wishing you'd never clicked here. These tales are my first attempt at story writing of any kind. I welcome all comments, suggestions, and criticism but understand that I am very sensitive, and if you're too harsh, I will delete everything from this site and never try to be creative again.
I'm kidding.
Enjoy!
*All characters in this story are 18 years or older*
PREVIOUS --- Chapter 1: Old Habits
CHAPTER 2
Rachel turned towards the sink and fumbled in annoyance for the light switch. As her fingers found their target, she paused and took a deep breath. The bathroom wasn't entirely pitch black; some ambient light from outside had crept inside like a curious visitor. And even if it had been as dark as night, she still had a pretty good idea of what she was going to see. She swallowed hard and flicked on the switch, hoping she was wrong.
A gasp escaped her lips as Rachel saw her bright reflection emerge instantly in the mirror. For a moment, she was sure that the girl staring back at her was someone else. But it wasn't. Physical evidence of what she'd just done didn't change anything, but it somehow amplified it to an uncomfortable level. She let her eyes dart quickly all over her face and body. It was a gruesome sight.
She was completely naked, her full, round breasts heaving noticeably to the pace of her excited breathing. Her hair was still pulled back in the same messy, post-prom ponytail that she'd put it in when she'd gotten on her knees for Rob out in the yard. Her skin was soft and had an almost glow to it. Probably due to how worked up she'd gotten. But none of that was what stood out so graphically in the mirror.
Her pretty face was streaked with cum. It was on her cheek and lined across her forehead. There was more by her lips and chin. And it didn't end there. Rachel traced her gaze downward and followed a few shiny trails on her neck and delicate collarbone. And there was more splattered onto her breasts. She swallowed hard and shook her head in disbelief. She looked like she belonged on a porn site somewhere.
She turned on the faucet and wetted some toilet paper to begin cleaning herself up. But as she brought the cloth to her face, she paused again. A stab of guilt crackled through her senses as the evidence of what she'd done continued to mock and shame her from the mirror. She shouldn't have done that. She shouldn't have done
any
of it! Things had just moved so quickly and now here she was. Literally trying to wipe clean another bad thing she'd done.
The dark, panicky feelings that had been creeping into her thoughts more and more lately began to form thickly in the bottom of her stomach. She shut her eyes tightly and tried to stay in control. What would Rebecca say if she saw her like this? Rachel scoffed at the thought. She always seemed to think about Rebecca in these moments. She bit her lip to the point of pain and stopped the train of thought dead on the tracks. She couldn't do this. Not now.
Through sheer force of will, she pushed her dark thoughts away and re-took control over the situation. She opened her eyes and met her ghastly reflection with a blank stare. As she began to wipe the ugly evidence from her body, she shook her head with a dry smile.
What was she doing?
***
Rachel remained frozen in her kneeling position as she watched the boys slap hands. Whatever fleeting euphoria she'd been experiencing in the afterglow of hooking up with Rob had been doused with an icy cold blast of reality. She could still hear Jeff's words ringing in her ears.
"Tag. I guess I'm in bro."
Her stomach dropped again as she realized what was next on the docket for her. She also became keenly aware of just how naked she was. Her discarded shirt lay by her side and her breasts were simply hanging free in the morning air. And her tiny black shorts had hiked down slightly when she had touched herself, revealing the subtle crest of her ass crack. She had a cliché butterfly tramp stamp tattoo that she'd gotten when she was 16 and it seemed to draw more attention to the area than she now wanted. She stood up quickly and grabbed her t-shirt and hurriedly yanked it back over her chest. She also adjusted her shorts and attempted in vain to smooth her hair out before she turned to face the boys.
"Ahhhh what's with the shirt back on, Rach?" Jeff protested mockingly. "Gonna be off again in a minute anyway."
Rachel glared at him. "Jeff, we're not really gonna do this are we? C'mon what about Jessie?" Her head spun as she tried to find a way to wriggle out of what she'd agreed to do.
Jeff smiled and looked at her like she was from a different planet. He walked up to face her and put his hand on her shoulder. As he started to speak he ran his finger down her body and across the front of her stretched shirt.
"Funny girl. Let's get this show on the road."
He slipped around behind her and brought his hands up her body to rest on her shoulders as he stepped in close to her. He was close enough that she could feel he was hard through his shorts. He motioned towards the house.
"After you, princess."
Rachel flinched at his unexpected suggestion. She had just assumed she'd be going back to work right out in the yard. She also felt slightly uncomfortable going into the house with him. With Rob being there she felt she had an ally at least. Plus who knew who was awake in the house and what they might see as she walked inside with Jeff?
She shot Rob a pleading glance but he didn't pick up on it. He had already pulled out a joint and was lying comfortably on his reclined chair.
"You kids have fun," he said without even looking. He sparked the J and closed his eyes.
Jeff ignored him and gave Rachel a gentle nudge towards the sliding door as he began walking her back into the house. She swallowed hard and resigned herself to her fate. She had agreed to this after all.
As they entered the house and stepped into the kitchen, Rachel noticed all the people passed out throughout the room. It seemed like ages ago that she'd been in the house. That she'd been with-.
Kevin.
Kevin was reclined on the couch that she'd left him on earlier. His positioning indicated that he had just woken up, but his face looked different. His eyes were wide and thoughtful. He didn't look like someone who'd been sleeping.
Rachel felt her stomach twist as she made eye contact with her friend. He was looking at her funny and she realized that walking in with Jeff's hands on her shoulders probably looked bad. She wanted to stop the whole thing and call it off. But she felt strangely paralyzed. She continued to let Jeff lead her across the room from behind.
